I haven’t written about fitness in a while. Maybe that means I’m not fit? I don’t know.
My running is in the toilet right now. I’m getting in about 45 miles a week, but I cannot for the life of me gin up the excitement to do a real long run. I’m satisfied going 10 or 14 on the weekend. I don’t know what my problem is.
The heat. Humidity. Bad attitude.
At least my mileage is good, right? I’m not sure how many weeks I have until the Twin Cities Marathon. It’s best right now to not peer too far into the future. I see a death march coming my way.
This week, I was feeling some residual pain in my pubic ramus, randomly (seriously — it’s been like a year since it last hurt). So I skipped a run yesterday and took a weights class instead.
I haven’t lifted in a few months, and I was painfully sore before the class was even over. It’s a good reminder to stick with it. I know I see results in how I look and how my running goes when I lift regularly, but I get so lazy.
But there is a highlight to the week.
This morning, I completed my mentoring program to be a spinning instructor.
That’s something I started a few months ago, working with some instructors at my gym. They were so kind and so helpful and so, so very patient.
The first class I taught alone, I arrived super early and took this photo:It was terrifying, I’m not going to lie to you. I am not someone who enjoys addressing a group. I get really self-conscious and nervous and sweat a lot. Gross, I know. I also get this thin, high-pitched voice and I hear it and hate it. Ugh.
I’ve never been one for public speaking. I went to Catholic school for many years (shocking, I know), and one year the kids had to do a living rosary. Everyone was a bead and went up and said the prayer. I had a simple Hail Mary. But when I stood up and looked out, I completely freaked out.
It was fifth grade, I think. Maybe third. Sister Mary Jane looked at me, and I looked at her in terror. She fed me each line of the prayer, and I remember thinking, she’s lying to me. The words are so unfamiliar. But I repeated them and we all survived. And I’m sure she gave me the right words. I just remember the white hot terror I felt.
So learning to teach a spinning class has been a challenge for me, but I’m glad I did it. Not just because it’s a little extra cash, but because I decided a while ago that I needed to be more daring in life.
Maybe teaching spinning isn’t the same as skydiving. Or climbing Everest.
But to me, getting up in front of a group and having to watch a clock, plan an exercise routine, execute it AND talk at the same time was tough enough.
I’m happy to report people looked sweaty and tired when the class was done. I seriously thought I was going to electrocute myself with the microphone up there because the sweat was literally dripping off my chin.
So maybe I’ll see you in spin class one day.